They were thirty in number and they rode into the settlement just before dawn, their horses scattering dogs and chickens before them, burning brands were tossed onto some of the thatched roofs of the huts and soon many were aflame.

Women and children ran out of the burning dwellings, screaming, while their men folk snatched whatever weapons came to hand. But they were no match for the experienced and well-armed warriors. One by one the men were cut down, swords flashing in the firelight, blood running in the dirt as the warriors hacked and cut their way through the brave but futile resistance. Awakened by the screams, one woman ran out of her hut into the path of the leader's huge white warhorse. Without breaking stride, the mighty hooves crushed her skull like glass, and her body was left trampled and broken in the mud.

By the second pass through the village, all resistance was over; bloody bodies lay everywhere, and the sounds of the wounded could be heard above the crackling of the flames.

The leader surveyed the scene and despatched two warriors to finish off the wounded and very soon their cries were silenced. The terrified survivors were herded into two cattle pens, men and boys in one, women and girls in the other. They stood, in two groups, huddled together, shaking with terror, the children crying, and the women sobbing. Only the men were silent, staring defiantly at their captors. The leader of the marauders dismounted from the great war horse and walked over to the cattle pens eyeing the captives, sizing them up. This was obviously a poor village, but they would find enough food to replenish their depleted stocks, and maybe at the same time, find some gold. As the leader approached the captives, a collective gasp went up. Standing before them, in full armour, was a tall beautiful woman, beautiful but battle hardened.

She turned and called her warriors to her, and like her, they too were all women, some were scarred, and all were bloodied from the battle. Turning back to the villagers she addressed them, "I am Vanya! You belong to me now! Your lives belong to me! Your bodies belong to me! I own your souls! If you want to live, you will obey me and my warriors without question! Is that clear?"

Silence.

"I said, is that Clear"

The villagers began to mutter, the men folk couldn't believe that women had bested them.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Still no reply.

Vanya said something to three of her warriors and with a nod they ran into the women's pen brandishing their swords. At the front of the crowd a small girl of about 8 was clutching her mother's skirts. Without a word, they snatched her up and ran back out, delivering the child to their leader. Vanya rested her hand on the child's shoulder, "Now, peasants, watch and learn" she shouted to them her voice cold with fury at their defiance. Nodding to two of her warriors, they lifted the girl between them and stripped her naked, the girl child shivered in the cold dawn light, frightened and confused.

The warrior queen grabbed the child's long dirty hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat to the captive villagers, "You WILL obey me!" she cried, and with that, sliced through the exposed throat with her razor edged sword. The girl's mother let out a piercing scream and fainted in the mud. The child's blood fountained from the exposed wound and with a sigh, she died.

Vanya let the girl's lifeless body fall to the ground and once more addressed the villagers.

"Do NOT doubt me," she said, "that fate awaits any who disobey us, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

This time the frightened captives answered in one voice with a whispered "yes".

With that she turned and walked away, making for the only hut that was left standing. It was larger than the rest and obviously the headman's home, his butchered body lay just outside the doorway and she ordered two of her warriors to organise a work detail to clear away the dead. "Shall we bury them?"

"No, pile them up at the end of the village, where they will serve as a reminder to the others."

The two women nodded and left to carry out their orders. Inside the hut, Vanya was joined by her two sisters, Agnar and Hedrun, both were younger than her, and both were subservient to her, as were the rest of her band.

"Dam, I enjoyed that," she said to them, "it never takes much to impose ones will on these simple peasants."

She turned round and her two sisters began unfastening her armour, they took the thick leather protection and dropped it in the corner of the hut. Vanya stretched her arms over her head; it was always good to get out of that dammed armour. Her sisters moved toward her and began massaging her shoulders where the armour had chafed her. Vanya purred like a cat, enjoying the ministering of her siblings, her cunt was wet from killing the girl; killing always did that to her, its what made her such a fearsome warrior.

"Hedrun, sister, suck my cunt, I need relief now." Hedrun got down on her knees in front of her leader and elder sister, and pulled her undergarments to one side. She could see the wetness on her sister's cunt and probed the lips with her tongue, easing her tongue between the folds, searching for Vanya's clitoris. As soon as it touched, Vanya grabbed Hedrun's hair and brutally pushed her face hard against her pubic mound, her hairs rough on her sister's face. Hedrun knew that her sister was nearly at orgasm before she even touched her, and the first flick of her tongue triggered it. Vanya could feel the orgasm hit, it racked her body with such intense pleasure that her knees nearly gave way. She loved to cum standing over one of her followers, even more so when it was one of her sisters. As the orgasm reached its peak, she began to piss. Hedrun was expecting this and opened her mouth to catch the flow. Desperate not to spill any, she swallowed as fast as she could, loving every drop of the hot yellow liquid. It was all she needed to trigger her own orgasm, and as she swallowed her beloved Leader's gift, her own intense orgasm washed over her. Meanwhile, Agnar was kneeling behind Vanya, her tongue buried deep in the ass of her sister, she too was expecting a gift. Sure enough, as Vanya lost herself to the joys of her orgasm, her sphincter gave way, and delivered a mess of shit into Agnar's waiting and open mouth. It was the perfect start to the day for the three of them.

At midday, Vanya woke from a long deep sleep and strode out of the hut. The sun was high and warm on her naked body. Looking around, she could see that all the bodies had been cleared away and to the outside eye, everything looked normal.

Her two sisters fell in beside her as she walked through the village, unabashed by her nakedness. At 6ft 2 inches, with long flowing blonde hair, she was an imposing figure and none of her band dare disobey her. However, since joining her, their bellies and purses had been full to bursting. What more could they ask for?

"How many prisoners did we take?" she asked, turning to Agnar. "Six men, four boys, fifteen women, and seven girls." Came the reply. "Ages?" she inquired.

"Of the men, two are over fifty, and the others are in their thirties, the boys are all under 14, mistress."

"And the women?"

"All ages, from fourteen to around sixty, and the girl children range from baby to around thirteen, mistress."

Vanya thought for a while. "Right, I want them all naked and their hands tied behind their back, if it's not already done."

"Yes Mistress."

With that Agnar gathered 6 other warriors and ran off to the cattle pens. Ten minutes later, the captives were all naked and bound. The only exception was a three-month-old baby, laying in the dirt, with her naked and bound mother weeping over her.

"Bring me my hounds," Vanya instructed Hedrun, she nodded and ran off. Very soon she was back with four huge Wolfhounds, straining at their chains. "Unleash them," she instructed, and the dogs trotted over to sit at her feet.

Turning to Agnar, she told her to go and fetch a chair, this too was soon brought to her. Sitting there naked, Vanya looked like a goddess, with her hunting dogs at her feet and her warriors around her. Leaning down, she patted the largest hound on the head, "Zorg, go fetch," she whispered in his ear, and pointed at the baby laying the dirt. The dog was up and off, he leapt over the fence surrounding the pen, and was soon carrying the baby back in his jaws. The baby was screaming by now, and her mother was wailing in grief, the dog deposited the baby at Vanya's feet, and sat back, pleased with itself. Picking the baby up, Vanya threw her in the air toward Zorg, he leapt and caught her in his jaws, bringing them together in a sickening crunch as he crushed the baby girl between his teeth, killing her instantly. The huge hound lay down and began his feast, the fresh blood running down his lower jaw. The other dogs, moved forward slightly, all wanting to share in the meal but Vanya hushed them, "It will be your turn soon my darlings."

The baby's mother was insane with grief by now, screaming and wailing as the dog feasted on her daughter, "Drag that noisy bitch out of there," she said to whoever was nearest. Two of her warriors ran into the compound and dragged the poor woman out, throwing her in the dirt before their beautiful Leader.

"Peg her out, I want to play."

They stretched the woman out on the ground, in the shape of a cross, 4 warriors stepped forward and with their spears, pinned her to the hard earth, one spear through each hand and one through each foot. They had obviously done this before, as they needed no instructions. By now the poor woman was screaming at the top of her lungs, the pain in her hands and feet was unbearable. Vanya had heard enough screams for now, "Silence the bitch!" she instructed. One of the warriors, knelt down, forced open the woman's mouth, and sliced out her tongue. "That should do it she said." Nonchalantly throwing the severed tongue to one of the hounds. Vanya turned to her warriors, "My Children," she said, "bring ale and wine, and let us have some fun!"

"Mama!" came a child's cry. Vanya looked up, and a girl of about eleven was straining through the bars of the cattle pen towards the whimpering figure of the woman pegged in the dirt.

"Bring her," she ordered, pointing to the girl. The child broke free of her captors and flung herself on the prostrate form of her mother sobbing and crying. She was roughly dragged away and pushed in front of the warrior Queen.

"Look at me child,"

The girl couldn't face her captor, Vanya slapped her hard around the face, "Look at me I said!"

This time the girl looked up, trying to stifle her sobs. "What do they call you?" Softer now.

"Trilla" the girl replied,

"Well Trilla, do you want to save your mother from further pain?"

"Yes," she came the whispered reply.

"Well you can my dear," Vanya held out a small dagger, smiling wickedly, "its easy, all you have to do is walk over and cut your mother's throat" Trilla screamed, and dropped the knife, she fell to her knees in front of Vanya, "Please, please, I beg you, let my mummy go, please." Vanya was warming to this game, as were her warriors. "What will you do?" she asked of the young child. "Anything, anything at all, but not that, I beg you." Vanya reached down and stroked her hairless slit, "Open your legs bitch!" Trilla opened her legs, the intrusive fingers made her tremble with fear, nobody had ever touched her there before and she didn't like it. The woman's probing found the entrance to the little girls cunt, and with one vicious thrust, pushed her finger deep into Trilla's body, ripping her apart. The shock and pain caused the child to faint immediately, and she lay on the floor, blood seeping from between her legs. "Lets see how much pain she can take?" Vanya pointed to the spread-eagled woman. Nodding at two of her tribe, she told them "You know what to do." The two young amazons set to work on the poor woman, the first knelt between the pegged out legs, and pulled open the cunt lips of the captive. With two iron pins, she pinned them back to the women's thighs, of course, with no tongue the poor wretch could no longer scream, but her head rocked back and forth as she endured her agony. Then slowly, very slowly, the warrior began to push her sword blade into the woman's open cunt. Blood began to flow as the blade sliced into her tender flesh, unable to control her terror, the woman's bladder and bowels emptied into the dirt, bringing a laugh from the on looking tribeswomen. Meanwhile the second girl was beginning to saw at the captive's nipples with an old rusty knife, pulling and tearing at the nipple, until it was completely severed. The young girl, Trilla came out of her feint just in time to witness her mother losing control of her body, and watched as the piss and shit poured out of her. She was horror stricken at her mother's plight. Vanya handed her the dagger again, this time she took it, and ran across to her where her mother was staked out. She was too late; the girl with the sword drove the weapon into her mother's cunt right up to the hilt. The stricken woman's back arched in agony, her eyes rolled into her skull, and in her dieing throes, she managed to pull one hand free of the spear that was pinning it. Her last action as she died was to pull her daughter to her breast with her one free arm. Trilla screamed once more, and only the quick reaction of the guards prevented her from driving the dagger into her own chest and joining her mother.

"What do you want us to do with her now?" they asked of their Leader. "Leave her, the dogs can have her now." She replied. The three dogs, on her command, sprung at Trilla, dragging her from her mother, one had hold of her leg, the other two an arm each. Snarling and growling, they tugged and pulled at the child, biting through her limbs, leaving her partially dismembered torso lying in the dust. Within minutes, she had bled to death and the dogs were having their feast. "Fetch the male prisoners to me", she ordered. Her warriors ran to the male pen, and soon had the six men and four boys lined up in front of their leader.

Standing there naked and bound, the men awaited their fate in silence. Vanya looked along long the line, inspecting the men's genitals. "Bring him, I want him," she said, pointing to the fourth man along, and the reason for her choice was the size of his penis, it was huge. He was pushed a spear point to stand in front of the beautiful warrior queen, she cupped his balls in her hand and with the other began to gently stroke his cock. In spite of his predicament, the prisoner could feel his cock begin to harden. Vanya laughed, she could feel it too. "Which are your wife and children?" she asked of him. "I have none," came the reply.

"You lie!" she shouted at him, and cruelly squeezed his balls. The prisoner gasped in pain and buckled at the knees. Vanya then directed her attention to the women's compound, "Where are this man's wife and children?" she shouted.

There was some shuffling among the prisoners, but no answer. "Come forward or I shall castrate him here and now, and let him bleed to death in the dirt!"

Still no reply.

"Do you understand?" she screamed at them. She brought her sword up under the man's balls, and he flinched at the touch of the cold blade.

"Here, I am here," came a cry from the women prisoners. With that, the group opened and a pretty peasant woman stepped forward. Vanya could not believe that this couple did not have children so she turned to one of the young boys standing in the line. "You!" she pointed at him. "Do you know this man's family?" The boy nodded silently.

"Then go fetch his children, or I will cut off your eyelids, stake you out, put fire ants in your eyes and a white hot poker in your arse!"

"Markus, don't, I beg you, don't, please!" Vanya hit him in the mouth with her fist and he tumbled to the dirt, blood pouring from a split lip. The boy pissed himself with fear, he was about thirteen and terrified. Ashamed of himself, he just nodded and with three of the warriors, went to fetch the other captive's children, two girls of about 10 and 12 years old. The rest of the prisoners were herded back into their compound leaving the naked and terrified family, huddled together, wondering at their fate. Vanya turned to the man, his face covered in dried blood, "Tell me," she said, "what would you do to save the lives of your family?" The man, could only answer, "Anything, anything at all." Vanya reached down and began to stroke his cock once more. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, "You will fuck your youngest daughter, in her arse"

The man sobbed, "Please, I cant, anything but that. Don't make me do that, Please."

Vanya pulled the eldest girl to her side, "It's a simple choice really," she told him, "either you fuck her in the arse, or this one loses her head!" and with that she held her blade to the sobbing girls throat. "Do it Enrik," his wife pleaded, "do it, you must, don't let them kill my precious Sophir, please Enrik."

Enrik was pushed to the ground at spear point. "Suck his cock woman." Vanya ordered his wife, "make it good and hard." With that, the poor woman fell to her knees and gently took her husband's cock in her mouth. The watching warriors began to cheer as she worked on his hardening penis with her lips and tongue. Once again, in spite of himself, he felt his cock harden, he closed his eyes and tried to block everything out.

"Just do what she wants." He kept thinking to himself. His wife began to gag as his cock reached its full potential, and it was huge, almost as big as the cock on her beloved Stag Hounds Vanya thought. "Bring the young one to me." She ordered, and the girl was made to stand in front of her. Vanya leaned forward from her chair and grabbed the child, with one deft move, she had turned her upside down. "I think I shall oil her up first." She smiled The girl was kicking and screaming, and Vanya slapped her hard on her buttocks. "Enough!" she cried, and gazed at the child's lovely fresh ass. Nothing was prettier in this world to her, and she reached out with her tongue and licked between the girl's tight firm buttocks. She could hear the mother in the background, wailing and sobbing, but took no heed. Her tongue had found the tiny, tight hole of the girl's arse, and gradually wormed its way in. Not knowing what was happening to her, the child suddenly went still as she felt the tongue invade her. Vanya was in heaven, she could taste the little girl's shit on her tongue and debated whether or not to keep her for herself, but no, her warriors were expecting a show, and a show she would give them.

Looking up, she turned to her sisters, "Here take her, lets see him fuck her now I have made her ready"

The two sisters pulled the girls legs apart and held her over her fathers erect cock. With her free hand, Agnar took the cock and directed it to the daughter's tight little hole. When she had it in position, Agnar nodded to her sister, and as one, they forced the little girl down on it. The scream she let out was ear piercing as the huge cock forced its way past her sphincter and deep into her bowels. Enrik cried out in pain and anguish as his cock drove in, he felt something tear and looked to see blood pouring from his daughter's ruptured arse. Vanya was beside herself, and motioned to one of her favourites to kneel between her legs and suck her cunt while she watched the tableau before her. The child was screaming continually now, tears streaming down her face as she endured the agony of having her guts ripped apart by her father's cock. Shit seeped from her ass and mingled with the blood on her father's cock. Vanya's two sisters began to mover the girl up and down, masturbating him with his daughters arse. He knew he was about to cum, he couldn't help it, he felt the pressure build as his peak got closer. Vanya watched intensely, knowing also that he was about to cum, the look on his face told her everything. The mouth at her cunt was working wonders for her, searching, licking, probing, and bringing her ever nearer to her own climax. As Enrik began to stiffen with his orgasm, Vanya smiled and nodded to her other sister, Hedrun, they had done this before, so many times. With one stroke, her sword flashed in the sunlight, and she decapitated the child, her head falling to the earth and slowly rolling away. The father was unaware of what was happening, all he felt was his daughters arsehole contract around his cock as he spewed his semen into her torn and split bowels. As he came, he opened his eyes, and saw that he was fucking his headless daughter, he screamed in despair and as his orgasm hit him, Agnar drove her spear through his throat into the ground beneath. Vanya pulled her warrior's face hard into her cunt, and her orgasm tore through her as poor Enrik breathed his last.

As she came down from her revelry she heard yet another scream, and looking up, saw the distraught wife lunging at her, her hands like claws, aiming for her throat. Fortunately, the reaction of her warriors was just as swift, and before the woman had got 10 feet, they were on her, pinning her to the ground. Vanya pushed aside her cunt-sucker and walked over to where the woman lay. Her mind had gone, that was obvious, she thrashed around snarling and foaming at the mouth held down by six of Vanya's best. The warrior queen, looked down at the pathetic creature, she had no feelings for her whatsoever, not compassion, nor sympathy nor pity, just contempt. Crouching slightly, she pulled open her cunt, and for all to see, pissed over the pitiful woman, aiming mainly for her face and hair. The warriors laughed as the poor woman shook her head from side to side, frantically trying to escape the foul stream.

"Peg the bitch out!" she ordered, and once more spears were thrust through hands and feet as the woman was spread-eagled in the dirt. "This worthless wretch is now your latrine," she said to her warriors, "use her, drown her in your piss, suffocate her with your shit. The women whooped and laughed, and the first of them stood over the captives face, lifted her tunic, and let flow her piss. The woman coughed and spluttered as the piss filled her mouth and nose, she tried to spit it out, then tried to swallow it, but only began choking. A loud fart ripped through the air, and they all looked up and watched as the woman's tormentor began to shit on her face. The brown mess landed across the woman's face and she began to heave on the stench, vomit spewed from her mouth as still more shit fell on her face. Somewhere deep in her raddled mind, the woman knew she was going to die, and a peace settled over her, as one by one the Amazons buried her head under a pile of their shit. At last it was over, she could no longer breath, her mouth and nostrils were full of shit, blocking her airways, and as the twentieth arse began to discharge its load, she died. A sigh satisfaction went up from the warriors, once again their beautiful leader had shown them a new way to kill, and they loved her for it. Four of the women prisoners were dragged from the compound and made to clear away the mess of bodies, a task they carried out with little relish and many tears.

Turning to her sisters Vanya asked, "What shall we do with the men?"

"Kill them!" came the joint reply.

"I know, kill them," She retorted, "But how?" She thought for a moment, "I know, recruits." Her sisters looked at her, puzzled.

"Come with me," She ordered them, and together with her two sisters and six other warriors, walked across to women prisoners. "Listen you worthless offal, I am VANYA, warrior Queen, from the land of Chiran, of the Clan Duric." at the sound of her voice the prisoners went quiet. "Who amongst you would join my war band?" she went on, "if any of you wish to join, come forward now. I promise you excitement, riches and a glorious death!"

There was a murmuring among the prisoners, some shuffling, and a young girl pushed to the front. She was a plain girl of about 14, "I want to join," she said. Two of Vanya's warriors hauled her out of the pen. "Me too"

"And I"

"I will"

Three more young women stepped forward. They too were dragged from the pen. "You!" she pointed at the first girl, "what is your name?"

"Junal" came the reply.

"How do I know you are truthful?" She demanded. "How do I know all four of you are sincere?"

Junal looked up at Vanya, "Both my parents died and the rest of the village treat me like an outcast, I hate them!"

Vanya looked over to the girl Enrik's surviving daughter, Sophir, "Bring her to me." She called.

A warrior swiftly dragged the crying child to where Vanya was standing, and threw her in the dirt.

Vanya turned back to look at Junal. "Prove your worth to me," she said, "kill that!" and pointed at Sophir sobbing on the ground. Without another word, Junal stood over the terrified child, thought for a moment, then lifted her leg and brought her foot down hard on the girl's throat, there was a loud crunch and the larynx was crushed, and Vanya watched with delight as Junal stomped the life out her victim. "You did well my child, welcome to my band." Junal stood tall with pride, threw a scornful look at the imprisoned villagers and joined the ranks of Vanya's warriors. The three remaining recruits waited expectantly, each wondering what was in store for them.

Vanya pointed to the next volunteer, "You girl, who are you?" She stepped forward, a plain looking girl of around eighteen, "I am Teena," she spoke boldly.

"And why do you wish to join me?"

Teena looked directly at Vanya, "When I was twelve, I sought love in the arms of another woman, for this my family disowned me. My lover was my mother's sister, and they hung her for it, like a common criminal! On that day I swore vengeance! I have NO family here!" Vanya was intrigued, "Your family, where are they?"

"My father is dead, I poisoned him," said Teena, "gradually, over six moons, he died in great pain. He put the noose around my aunt's neck. My elder brother, he pulled on the rope that hung my aunt, I killed him one day when we were out hunting, everybody thought it was an accident. My mother and elder sister still live, they condemned my aunt, but I will have my retribution against them also!"

Vanya smiled, "You will have you retribution today my sweet, take four of my warriors and fetch your mother and sister to me." With that she turned her attention to the last two recruits. "So what about you two?" she asked

"We are sisters," they replied, almost in unison, "we hate it here, we want to get away."

Vanya studied them, they were about 14 and 15 respectively, and quite really quite pretty.

"Mistress!" it was Junal, "may I speak?"

Vanya nodded.

"Mistress, these are the daughters of the village head man, they were spoilt and pampered and I trust neither of them"

"Is this true?" Vanya turned on them.

They both nodded.

"And you want to join my warriors?" She demanded "Yes," they replied.

"So what will you do to prove it?"

Neither of them answered.

Then Vanya told them what she wanted of them. "One of you will become my personal slave, to fulfil all of my needs, the other of you will die, here, now in the dirt like a dog, the only question is, which one?"

Whatever plans the sisters had, they were now shattered, one of them was to die, the realisation slowly dawned on them. They protested, both could be wonderful slaves to her, they would do whatever she wanted, but Vanya shook her head. "No, two sisters would seek to conspire against me, either you both die, or one dies, I care not. That is my decision."

Both sisters began to sob, they begged and pleaded but Vanya was unmoving. "You will both be put to the test, and winner lives, simple!" She turned to her warriors, "How shall we test them?"

"Ordeal by pain!" came the cry from one of her women. The cry was taken up by the rest of her followers, "Pain! Pain! Pain!"

"Ordeal by pain it is then," Vanya had made her decision. The sisters stood naked before the warrior queen, trembling, terrified of what was to come.

"You get down on all fours, and you will be fucked in your arses, until one of you cries out, or bleeds or pisses, the one who does dies, the other lives." Vanya watched their eyes widen in horror. "Now get down on all fours!"

The two sisters knelt in the dirt, their heads pinned to the ground by two warriors with swords at their necks, ready to plunge down the instant one of them broke. Vanya gazed at the two beautiful little arses, and for a moment thought about keeping both of them, but immediately changed her mind. Let her warriors have their fun! She leant forward and stroked each little brown hole with her index fingers. Gently teasing the tight muscle, gradually she eased her fingers into each arse. She took her time, she wanted the entertainment to last. Neither sister made a sound as they felt her fingers worming its way into their bowels. Vanya thought for a moment she could feel the older sister pushing back on her finger, perhaps she was enjoying it? Their arse muscles relaxed slightly as her fingers pushed further in, until they could go no further. Slowly she began to withdraw, Vanya could smell their shit as she pulled her fingers out, sure enough, they were brown-coated, Vanya smiled. This time she pushed two fingers into each of the sisters, and again she could feel the older one of the two, pushing back. She knew now who the winner would be. Vanya repeated the exercise, now with three fingers. The younger girl's bowels emptied as Vanya withdrew. She watched the soft shit ooze from the lovely young arse and licked her lips. All around her, the Amazons were watching, enthralled, some were taking bets on who would be the first to break, but Vanya knew. Sure enough, four fingers were too much for the younger child, and as if on cue, she cried out in pain. "Please" No more!" She wailed, "I can't take any more!"

Vanya plunged her hand into both arses, the young girl screamed again, "Stop, I can't bear it!"

"Then you die!" Said Vanya quietly, and nodded to her warrior. With a smile to her leader, she leant on her sword, and drove the point smoothly through the back of the young girl's neck. They dying girl gurgled on her own blood and Vanya felt her arse contract around her fingers. The surviving sister was dragged to her feet, she looked at Vanya with dead eyes, she was in shock.

"Take her to my quarters!" She ordered, "collar her and tether her after you clean her up." With a nod, the girl was dragged of. Sitting back, satisfied with her work and lazily rubbing her cunt, Vanya remembered Teena. She called her over, "You have your mother and sister?"

"Yes, they are here mistress,"

"Well my precious, have your retribution with them, they are yours now! Do with them as you wish."

Teena turned to her two naked captives, "Bitch," she said to her mother, "first you will watch her die," pointing to her sister, "then you will die in screaming agony and I will piss on both of your corpses and feed you to the crows!"

Both women dropped to their knees begging for mercy, it wasn't their fault they protested, they had to obey her father! Teena kicked each of them in turn, and watched as they grovelled in the dirt. "Get up, you sicken me!" Teena was true to her word, she had her mother and sister strung by their arms from the same tree that they hung her aunt from. Their feet dangled 6 inches above the ground as they struggled against their bonds, still begging and pleading for mercy.

Teena stood before them, a razor sharp dagger in her hand, her eyes wide with excitement, oh how she had waited for this day. Beside her was one of Vanya's wolfhounds, panting in expectation. She lashed out at her sister with the dagger, slicing across her abundant breasts, the blood poured out and the scream was deafening. Teena slashed again, this time slicing through a nipple, she criss crossed her sister's stomach with shallow cuts, all the time laughing with an insane delight. Her sister's blood was running down her torso and legs, where the waiting wolfhound was eagerly licking it from the dangling feet. Teena stood back and viewed her handiwork, her sister was in agony, but far from dead yet. In her terror she emptied her bladder and bowels and the piss and shit ran down her legs to mix with the blood. The screaming was getting on Teena's nerves, she grabbed her sisters tongue and sliced it off, feeding it to the wolfhound at her side. Pulling open her sister's bloodied legs, she plunged the dagger into the exposed arsehole, cutting up as she did, slicing through the soft flesh until cunt and arse were one. She then drove her hand deep into her sister's cunt, forcing the dagger ever upward, until it exited through her sister's stomach. With a shudder, her sister died and Teena turned to her terrified mother. "Now mummy dear, your turn!" and with that, she plunged the knife into her mothers stomach, splitting her open from breastbone to cunt. Teena reached into the wound and withdrew her mothers entrails, they hung down in the dirt as her mother screamed in terrible agony. Teena began to feed the entrails to the slavering wolfhound, her mother watched disbelieving, this wasn't happening to her, it couldn't be, let it end please. Her mind was fogged with pain, she was beyond feeling and on the edge of death. As the dog chomped on the living entrails, Teena had one more thing to do. She wanted a memento of the occasion and taking the dagger, she cut out her mother's cunt, a fitting keepsake she thought. With that, she turned away and walked back to her new Queen, covered in blood and exhausted, but oh so satisfied, her mothers screams slowly dying away, leaving only the sound of a great dog feasting. Vanya was speechless, Teena's cruelty almost surpassed her own. She stood up hugged Teena's blood spattered body to her own. "You Teena" she whispered in the girl's ear, "are very very special." Teena smiled and glowed with pride, now for the first time in years had a family, she belonged. This was the happiest day of her life. Vanya looked at the bloody trophy in Teena's hand, "What are you going to do with that thing?"

Teena smiled again, "I'm going to preserve it and wear it on my arm as an amulet!"

Vanya threw her head back in a loud laugh, "Oh yes," she thought, "this girl is very special!"

Suddenly she felt very tired, it had been a long and entertaining day, she called her two sisters over, her two trusty lieutenants. "I'm tired," she told them, "I am going to retire now, Hedrun, go and make me a bath." Her sister nodded and ran off to her mistress's quarters. "What shall we do with the rest of the prisoners?" enquired Agnar. "Kill the men, I am done with them,"

"And the women?"

"Oh Agnar, you need to ask?" she laughed at her sister. "Rape them, torture them, do whatever you wish, then kill them too! We leave in the morning, and we leave no witnesses, ok?"

Back at what was the headman's hut, Hedrun had filled an iron bath with hot water and sweet smelling herbs and was kneeling beside it, waiting for her mistress. Vanya sighed with delight when she saw the bath and patted her sister on the head. She lowered herself into the hot water and moaned in pleasure, "Oh Hedrun, that feels so good!" She lay there for a few minutes, soaking, letting the hot water ease her aching body, then she remember something. "Hedrun, where's my new plaything," she was referring to the surviving sister of course.

Her sister pointed to the corner of the hut. Kneeling in the gloom, naked and chained, was her new slave.

"Fetch her, then leave us," she ordered.

Hedrun led the girl over, like a dog on a leash and made her kneel beside the bath then left to join the butchery outside. Vanya reached out a wet hand, and rested it on the young girl's shoulder. "Tell me your name child." Her voice was soft, languid even, as she gently stroked the soft young skin.

The girl's voice trembled, "Leone Mistress, my name is Leone,"

"Come Leone, join me, get in." Vanya coaxed the waif into the bath with her. Leone was so confused, earlier Vanya was prepared to kill her, now she was being sweet and gentle with her. She stood in the hot water, between her mistress's legs.

Vanya gazed at the almost hairless slit between Leone's thighs, her mouth was watering with lust. She wanted this girl, wanted to taste her, wanted to devour her.

"You enjoyed my fingers in your arse just now didn't you?" Leone blushed crimson, "Yes Mistress."

Vanya smiled, "You knew, didn't you, that you would win the ordeal?"

"I knew Mistress."

"So you are familiar with the pleasures of the arse?" The girl blushed even more, "Yes Mistress, my father used to use me there, every day, and so I was accustomed to it." Vanya laughed at the irony of the situation. She lay back stroking her full breasts, pinching the nipples, making them erect. "Can you piss sweet little Leone?" she asked. "Mistress?"

"I asked if you can piss, now," Vanya repeated. "I, I think so Mistress,"

"Good, I want you to piss over me little one." Leone looked shocked, but nodded her acquiescence just the same. "Pull your little cunt open, I want to see it!" came the instruction. Leone reached down and prised apart her puffy little cunt lips, she did need to piss desperately, but whether she could under these circumstances was another matter. She strained her bladder until it hurt, but couldn't go. Vanya reached out and gently stroked the girl's cunt, playing with her tiny piss hole, teasing and tickling it, relaxing it. Leone felt the dam break and began to piss, Vanya lay back and let the hot stream bounce off body. She held her breast up to the flow, loving the feel of the piss hitting her nipples, she leaned forward and put her face in the flow, feeling it run through her hair, and down her neck, finally she opened her mouth and savoured the sweet virginal flavour. She washed it around her mouth before swallowing, and drank every last drop until Leone was finished. She sighed with pleasure and looked up at the startled Leone. "Come, turn round child, I want to taste that lovely bum of yours, I want to eat your fruits."

The girl gave her a quizzical look, "Mistress?"

"My sweet thing, I am going to put my tongue in your arse and taste it, I want to taste your essence, and you are going to feed me your shit." Leone nodded and turned with her back to her mistress, she was in an almost dreamlike state, only an hour ago she had seen her sister slaughtered by this monster, and now she had to shit in her mouth! But if it kept her alive, she would do it! She bent forward and on Vanya's instructions, pulled apart the cheeks of her perfect little bottom. She heard the bath water splash as Vanya moved forward, she felt hot breath on her exposed bum hole, and then she felt the tongue, licking at first, then probing, until at last, it pushed past her tight sphincter and entered her most private place. Vanya's hands were at her cunt, pulling and poking and stroking and probing as her tongue entered Leone's arse. As expected, it was full of her unborn shit, and Vanya explored it with her tongue. She buried her face harder between those little buttocks and she had her first orgasm, nearly pushing Leone over in the process. She withdrew her tongue slowly and the young arsehole gave a gentle fart, Vanya sniffed the heavenly odour and encouraged Leone to shit. With all the abuse her arse had taken that day, Leone needed no encouragement, and her first turd slid majestically out of her small arse. Vanya gasped at the beauty of it and sucked it into her mouth, revelling in the wonderful taste and texture of it. She chewed it for a moment then swallowed, her mouth open waiting for the next gift. It soon followed, then another then another and so on, until her mouth was so full of the girl's shit, she had to let the rest fall onto her breasts. Vanya was in her own little heaven as orgasm followed orgasm until she was exhausted, and she flopped back in the bath with a sigh. She waved Leone back to her corner of the hut as she regained her composure, the air was full of the heavy scent of the young girl's shit and the taste was still in Vanya's mouth.

She washed herself off in the now almost cold bathwater, and stepping out, draped a blanket around her shoulders.

"You did very well Leone," she told the shivering girl and threw her a blanket, "here, dry yourself."

"Thank you mistress," came the timid reply. Vanya looked down at her, "Look," she said, "serve me well, without question, and soon you can have that collar and leash off, but first you must earn my trust."

Leone nodded.

"You will learn to love me, as do the rest of my followers, without exception, they would follow me into hell and back!" Outside the hut, the muffled screams and cries of the dying villagers could be heard.

"Remember my child," said Vanya, "that could be you out there, now come." And taking hold of the leash, led Leone to the piles of furs that served as a bed.

"Here," she said, pushing the child between her open thighs, "you can lick my cunt as I fall asleep."

Without protest, Leone lay between Vanya's open legs and applied her tongue the wet and open cunt of her captor. Vanya moaned and stretched like a cat, "Oh that feels so good," and lay back with her eyes shut, waiting for sleep to take her.

Five minutes later, Vanya was fast asleep, her breathing deep and rhythmic, Leone looked up from between her captor's and gazed around her. They were alone in the hut, Vanya's sisters were obviously still outside, enjoying the slaughter of her friends and neighbours. The girl shifted her position, and the end of the leash slipped from the hand of the sleeping warrior queen, that was Vanya's mistake, she should have tied Leone up before dropping off. Softly and quietly, Leone stood up and stepped out from between Vanyas legs, her eyes had caught a glint of metal in the light of the flickering candles that lit the hut. It was Vanya's dagger, thrown down in the dirt, the blood from earlier, drying black on its blade. Tiptoeing across the hut, Leone picked up the dagger and smiled to herself, the noises from outside were as loud as ever, and this spurred her on. Kneeling beside the sleeping queen, Leone raised the dagger, and said to herself, "This is for Kat," and plunged the knife deep into Vanyas stomach.

Vanya was awake immediately screaming at the agony ripping through her stomach, she doubled over in pain, at the same time, grabbing at the cause of her agony. Leone pulled the knife out, slicing through Vanya's hands as she did so.

"For my sister," she cried out, and plunged the dagger once more into Vanya's writhing body, this time driving it into her cunt. Vanya screamed again, never before had she felt such pain, and she knew she was dying. Her blood was everywhere, as Leone plunged the knife into her again and again in a frenzy. By the time she had exhausted herself, no part of Vanya's body was untouched, her face was mutilated, her breasts sliced to pieces, her stomach torn open, and her cunt bleeding wound.

Vanya died as she had lived, violently and sadistically! Leone knelt beside the bloody corpse, the dagger still clutched in her hand, she was nearly unconscious with exhaustion, her body wracked with sobs. "Vanya, it's done mistress, they are all dead!" It was Hedrun and Agnar. They stopped just inside the doorway, not certain of what they were seeing. The body of their mistress and sister was almost unrecognisable, such was the fierceness of Leone's attack. Then slowly the realisation dawned on them!

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Hedrun wailed, and fell to the floor in despair.

Leone turned round and saw Agnar take a step towards her, she had a dreamy smile on her face as she looked at the sword in Agnar's hand. "I did it for my sister," she said.

Agnar was almost blind with despair and rage as she brought the sword down on the blood covered little girl.

The last sound Leone heard was the whoosh of the sword cutting through the air, the last thing she ever felt, was a sharp pain in her neck as Agnar decapitated her.

The following morning a funeral pyre was built and Vanya's corpse was laid upon it, washed of blood and regaled in her full armour. Watched by the assembled Amazons, Agnar stepped forward and lit it. The flames roared over the dry wood and they watched as her body slowly burnt. The warriors gathered the corpses of the dead villagers and piled them into the head mans hut, this too was torched. Slowly they mounted their warhorses and moved out of the village, the 4 wolfhounds looking bewildered, sniffing round, looking for their beloved mistress. Soon a new leader would have to be chosen, it was on everybody's mind. They stopped at the first river they came to, and the question of a new leader was raised. But who? Not Hedrun or Agnar, they were followers, not leaders. Then a name was called out, "Teena!"

"Yes, Teena!" said somebody else, soon more and more voices were calling out her name, until all were chanting; "Teena, Teena, Teena!" The warriors had their new leader.

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This was not an easy story to write, and I am uncertain if I will cover this subject matter again. I would like to know your views. Email: DurtyLady@hotmail.com